My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 291

“Sandra, are you absolutely sure you saw Hannah?” he asked again, his tone sharp.

The accusation, on top of her already wounded feelings, was too much. The tears streamed down her face as she let out a cold, bitter laugh.

“What are you implying, Lionel?” she snapped. “That I lied to get you to come here? Is that the kind of person you think I am?”

She took a deep breath and grabbed the wheels of her chair. “I know you’re obsessed with Hannah. You love her. But that doesn’t give you the right to slander me. If I needed your company, I would have asked for it directly. I don’t need to resort to tricks!”

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. She started to wheel herself away, her movements jerky and angry.

“I wasn’t accusing you, I was just asking,” he said, quickly following her. He fell into step behind her, taking hold of the wheelchair’s handles. “What did the doctor say? How’s your leg healing?”

“I don’t need your help! Let go!” she twisted around, trying to shove his hands away.

He held on tight. “I’m sorry, I was out of line. Your leg is still healing, you shouldn’t get worked up.”

His apology brought her no comfort. “I don’t need your apology, Lionel,” she sneered. “In your eyes, everything that’s gone wrong between you and Hannah is my fault anyway. What’s the point of these empty words now?”

She tugged at his hands, but his grip was like iron.

“If you don’t believe me, call Hannah yourself! I’ll even lend you my phone since she blocked you! Just let me go!” she yelled, struggling against him.

He knelt before her, trying to calm her down.

At that exact moment, Hannah, Peter, and Samuel emerged from a nearby wing of the hospital, having finished the DNA test. They were drawn by the commotion and turned to look.

Hannah’s eyes narrowed as she saw Lionel, on one knee, tenderly consoling the sobbing woman in the wheelchair.

“Oh, look, it’s those two again,” Samuel said loudly, his voice dripping with disdain. “Are they planning another PR stunt for the gossip columns?”

Lionel’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice, and his eyes met Hannah’s.